"That only enraged Ronnie more. He was skilled, you didn't do what he did without them, but he just wasn't up to Hardys' level. He did manage to get a...few good blows in. Hardy paid no more attention to them than he would a fly buzzing round him.Instead, he started raining blows just above the groin in front and the kidneys in back. No body could absorb that much pain, and his bladder released. He fell to the gravel, semiconscious.Hardy pulled him up by his collar, making it look effortless, and. Hastily I opened my zipper and shift my hips and slide them down my long legs, stepping out of my high heels I let then fall to the ground. I felt so incredible sexual and my panties were soaking wet, and after I removed them I brought them up to my nose and inhaled my exotic odour. Pushing my hand down I started to play with my labia, then I inserted two fingers into my wet hole. It felt so good. My hips began to rotate slowly and the squishy sounds of finger- fucking are easily noticeable.. She stood deathly still. "Surely," she prayed silently," surely it can't be him." She tried to act normal as she heard whoever it was enter the room. She peaked out of the corner of her eye. It was indeed "him". You better believe she was wet. She kept her eyes forward as she scrubbed her arms robotically in a failed attempt to act as nothing was happening. "Mind if I use that?" He said as he reached for the soap. Her eyes widened as he hand brushed her arm, reaching for the soap. In her shock. “I finished them about ten minutes ago, Mitch.” He looked me over closely, like a cop who was trying to tell if I had been drinking, or not. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been drinking. Otherwise, this day probably would have been much more awesome. “Maybe you should clean the display cases.” He paused to see if I would protest. I didn’t, because I had known from the minute I saw him that I would be buffing some glass in the near future. “It’s not good for the other managers to see you just standing.